Archive for April, 2012

Monday, April 30th, 2012


Going a Journey (1)

Up early to catch the bus: the early bus. Only a short three-day sojourn so want to make the most of each waking hour. Sorry to see that the weather has turned inclement. The rainy season appears to have arrived before it was due. Could not believe the number of people at the station. One would think there was nothing else to do in the world but go a journey. Procured seats at the front of the bus, thus ensuring a fine view of the oncoming highway and of imminent dangers. Only one scare: a country cyclist joined the road ahead of us as if we were not there, and only nifty work by our driver avoided a gruesome death and an unwanted delay.

Arrived at our luncheon destination on schedule. Could not believe the number of people. It seems every bus passing through the region stops at the same village for luncheon, and the restaurants (it was a village of restaurants) were overflowing with hungry journey-goers. A sub-standard repast; the less said the better. Rain persisting, heavily.

Slept fitfully on the bus in the afternoon. Arrived at our final destination a little behind schedule owing to the adverse weather and minor mechanical problems that restricted the speed of our vehicle when attempting anything resembling an incline which, given the terrain we were visiting, was often.

The hotel turns out to be adequate. One might wish the bed softer, and the corridors quieter, but some people say a hard bed is good for the back and rambunctiousness a sign of life. Supper was splendid, although one cannot help but be suspicious of “fresh shrimp” so far from the sea.

Strolled for an hour or so in the vicinity of the hotel before retiring for the night. Some street vendors were active, and more than a little tiresome and bothersome. There was a surprising number of single young ladies wandering around seeming aimlessly; presumably the streets here are safe enough: they would hardly put themselves at risk just to take the evening air were that not the case.

Very tired, and ready for an early night. Looking forward to tomorrow: the mountain (or big hill: take your choice) beckons.

Sunday, April 29th, 2012


One of the pleasantest things in the world is going a journey; but I like to go by myself. I can enjoy society in a room; but out of doors, nature is enough company for me. I am then never less alone than when alone.“The fields his study, nature was his book.” I cannot see the wit of talking and walking at the same time. When I am in the country, I wish to vegetate like the country. I am not for criticizing hedge-rows and black cattle. I go out of town in order to forget the town and all that is in it … The soul of the journey is liberty, perfect liberty, to think, feel, do, just as one pleases. We go a journey chiefly to be free of all impediments and of all inconveniences, to leave ourselves behind, much more to get rid of others … Give me a clear blue sky over my head, and the green turf beneath my feet, a winding road before me, and three hours’ march to dinner — and then to thinking!

William Hazlitt, from “On Going A Journey”, (New Monthly Magazine, January, 1822; Table Talk, 1822)

Saturday, April 28th, 2012


Dear [Insert Name of Applicant],

Thank you for talking with me today. I think we will be re-wording any future advertisements for vacancies here to include the phrase “must possess some degree of apparent humanity.” This will, one hopes, prevent my finding myself talking to people who, to all intents and purposes, may as well hail from another planet.

Yours in the shape of stunned bewilderment,

“The Giver of Livings”

Friday, April 27th, 2012


Good morning. Last night I took ten aspirin before retiring. Perhaps it was not a good idea, for then I could not sleep for fear of never waking up. Fear enlivens us, it says in the magazine I am reading while waiting for a haircut.

Thursday, April 26th, 2012


Good morning. Last night I opened the book of my life for you to take a peep into. I do not know how many pages you will turn should you decide to take the book into your hands. I do not know if your hands are hands that can be trusted, but instinct tells me they are. I do not know if instinct can be trusted.

I went to bed with the book of dreams. When it fell open it was to pages I did not enjoy. I awoke with my eyes closed.

Wednesday, April 25th, 2012


After the trial of yesterday

the release of today. But why is

the night so disturbed by birds?

It is as if there is a plan

and silence is not part of it.

Tuesday, April 24th, 2012


I received a note from Chloë yesterday, to the effect that she has realized with pleasure beyond belief that her beauty is not fading with age but growing. She used the word “growing” – but can beauty grow? She also said she thinks “the ingredient we know about but choose not to mention” may have played a part. I have no idea what she’s talking about. Indeed, I don’t know who this Chloë person is. I can only assume the note was delivered to the wrong address.

Monday, April 23rd, 2012


I was spoken of in swathes of dazzling light. I was heard of in the company of hermit poets sharing stories and drinking wine. I was touched by the wings of swans. I was seen wandering in pastures with sylvan nymphs. I was consumed by myself.

Sunday, April 22nd, 2012


I was spoken of in dark corners. I was heard of in disreputable company. I was touched by probing fingers in moments of anguish. I was seen wandering in solitude. I was consumed by feelings of inadequacy.

Saturday, April 21st, 2012


Sunday: sleeping sun king day

Monday: meandering bad mood day

Tuesday: twice is too taxing day

Wednesday: why do we worry this way day

Thursday: this is the thinking thoughtful things day

Friday: fried fish and fetish day


and today is Saturday: so solitary and silent: so much so that seldom do we see the sun rise: sleep sustains us